Bridal Car

26 years ago, this car was just a rusted metal crap in my grandpop’s old garage. It was left to decay and die its natural death until I was born. Once my painter parents learned their first child will be a girl, they christened the car with colours. We’re like twins born on that fateful summer day.

With thousand trips this car has took me and my family, today is both the happiest and the saddest.

Tonight this car won’t bring me home any more, cause it is now my turn to create a home I will call my own.

Word count: 100

©2016 Rosemawrites@A Reading Writer. All Rights Reserved.

Photo credit: Saima (SWritings) of Dollops of Heedful Ramblings

In response to Flash Fiction for Aspiring Writers (FFfAW) May 10, 2016.


  • a flash fiction challenge (stories in 100-175 words or less)
  • each story should have a beginning, a middle, and an end
  • no serial (continuation) stories
  • include a pingback to the challenge post

Thank you for the lovely prompt, Priceless Joy! ❤ 

Read more short stories here:

57 thoughts on “Bridal Car”

  1. Lovely take. I like how her life and the life of the car mirrored each other in her old home, but I suppose she is starting fresh now? New car too?

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  2. Bittersweet… but more of the sweetness. Isn’t it amusing how something could practically be a part of our lives? I hope she could take the car with her though. Can she? 🙂 Lovely story, Rosema! ❤

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  3. That’s such a sweet story.. 😀
    I hope her parents allow her to take this car regardless of whether she gets/ buys a new car at her hubby’s place…
    Great one Rosema 😀 ❤ ❤

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